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阳春三月,本应是草长莺飞的时节,可一场纷扬大雪让已卸下厚重棉袄的我们措手不及。春天那微微的印迹又被这猝不及防的风霜硬生生地吞噬了。一支笔、几摞书、层叠的试卷……单调的生活每天重复上演,一种叫作“烦闷”的情绪渐渐在我的心里萌芽滋长。我将书和笔重重地摔在桌上,抬头望望窗外阴郁的天,长长地叹了一口气。今年的春天似乎已无处寻觅。“花儿都开了,我们去后山走走吧!”好友拍拍我的肩,然后不由分说地强拽着我下楼。
Spring March, this should be a long grass Yingying season, a heavy snow has been able to remove heavy cotton jacket we have caught off guard. The slight imprints of spring were swallowed up by the breeze of the storm. A pen, stacks of books, stacked papers ... ... monotonous life repeated staged every day, a feeling called “boredom ” gradually germination in my heart. I dropped the book and pen heavily on the table, looked up at the gloomy sky outside the window, and sighed long. This spring seems to have nowhere to look. “The flowers are all open, let’s go to the mountains!” "My friend patted my shoulder and then dragged me downstairs without any explanation.